Growing up in a Baptist household, my parents were not particularly religious.
My grandfather was an active member of the church, but my mother had no interest in going to church.
After I was baptized, my mother took me to church every Sunday.
But, I soon learned, there were only two denominations: the Baptist Church and the Presbyterian Church of the USA (PCA).
I was a Baptist for a while.
Then I started to wonder if it was just me or if there were others like me.
The Baptist Church was very liberal, I found out.
And while the PCA was also a Baptist denomination, it had been split into a number of denominations, like the Southern Baptist Convention (SBC), the Presbyterian church, the Baptist-Episcopal (BEP) and the Southern Baptists.
So, when I grew up in the US, I was in a bit of a bind.
The Bible, I had learned, says, “If anyone becomes a Christian, God will save him.”
But what if the Bible was wrong?
The answer was obvious: God loves those who love Him and does not want anyone to become a Christian.
So the question of what to do with people who were becoming Christians became even more urgent.
My mother and I became Baptists because we believed in Jesus Christ as our savior.
As a Baptist, I never doubted this.
But as I started attending church regularly, my faith began to erode.
After my baptism, I began to doubt whether I could be a good Christian.
After a few years, I decided to go back to my Baptist roots.
I attended a Baptist church on the outskirts of my home town, where I was welcomed by a congregation of around 50 people.
I was told by some of the people that I was not a Christian at all, but I was happy to accept that my faith had changed.
I started preaching.
I preached to the children of believers who were often not even Baptists, but who were Christians nonetheless.
This was something that I had not considered before.
It was like I had become a new person.
I felt more alive, more connected to the world and more like a new and different person.
And my faith in God, my love for Him, was stronger.
After this baptism, my congregation became more accepting of my new faith.
And it was also important for me to continue to preach to the people.
So I continued to preach and to teach people.
But I was also increasingly frustrated.
I had started to see the consequences of my actions.
As the years passed, my preaching became more extreme.
I stopped speaking to the congregation and I started not speaking at all.
I tried to be more accepting, more open-minded.
And as my church members grew more intolerant, my family also began to grow more intolerate.
My father began to see a different God.
My grandmother became a more accepting and accepting person.
My brother and I grew apart.
And in between, I started noticing that the people in my congregation were growing more intolerantly intolerant of me.
They saw me as being disrespectful and offensive.
They didn’t want me to preach.
They felt that if I didn’t stop speaking, if I went to church more often, they would start to hate me too.
I have never felt so alienated from my community.
I could not go to church anymore.
And I did not believe in God.
So that’s when my family decided to get a divorce.
My parents did not have any children.
I decided that it was best for me and my family to leave the Baptist faith, and so I moved back to England.
I lived in the United Kingdom for three years.
It is now my second country.
After six months in the UK, I finally started to understand my situation.
I realized that I no longer belonged in the Baptist community.
My beliefs had changed completely.
And the people who knew me in the USA, in my church and in my family, were no longer my friends.
I became more isolated and alienated from the people around me.
I began wondering if God really loves me and wants me to be a Christian in the future.
And that is why, when a group of Christian missionaries visited my village in England in November 2015, I felt like I finally found the right answer.
In the last two years, the mission group had travelled around the UK and had brought back more than 10,000 people.
Many of them were Baptist missionaries.
And most of them had never met a Baptist in their life.
The missionaries had also brought with them the hope that the new Baptist community in England would change the way the world viewed Christians.
The British mission group was based in Oxford, and they were based in a village called Gresham.
The people who had been baptised were in their late 40s, early 50s.
They were the same age as me.
When they met me, they were all very young and beautiful.
And they looked just like my